Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

There was a sudden silence in the room.

No one dared to speak.

Lao He is secretly watching, and when it really comes to Xiao Nuan personally, he will stand up and stop it.

Mainly because he didn't catch Du Zhenhai's handle.

Therefore, it is not easy to confront them in a big way.

Deputy County Zhao didn't want the situation to escalate. He wanted to see what Du Zhenhai was going to do.

Ji Lao is still domineering.

No argument, no confrontation, just direct threats.

Very useful.

Du Zhenhai suddenly looked panicked.

Why didn't he know that Song Yunuan still had this relationship with Mr. Ji?

Second grandfather?

This title has a different meaning from that of Grandpa Ji.

That's really becoming a granddaughter.

Before he could speak, Mr. Ji said, "I have something else to do and I don't have time to chat with you."

He paused for a moment, with sharp eyes and a warning in his voice: "From now on, you are not allowed to say a word about my granddaughter. If I hear it, I will never let him off lightly."

Everyone nodded, seeing that it was a false accusation, and then mentioned the little girl's name over and over again. People's hearts are unpredictable, and everyone's words are so valuable that they may have done something bad.

It's best to take it out.

Mr. Ji didn't give everyone a chance to speak, and said sternly: "If you want to see if Brother Song is making huge profits, go to the financial department to check the accounts, and then throw them away when they are rotten. The carts of shepherd's purse are all eaten by dogs." In the stomach?

This must be investigated clearly. There are more than ten members of my brother's family. They go to pick wild vegetables before dawn. The youngest is only five years old. They pick and wash them and work hard to deliver them. During the few months of drought, do you eat less? ?

Shepherd's purse is not only a dish on your dining table, it is also a traditional Chinese medicine that can harmonize the spleen, diuresis, stop bleeding, and improve eyesight...

Some areas like to call it longevity food. Of course, any Chinese medicine and food ingredient has its uniqueness.

It cannot be generalized.

Then again, my brother didn’t make much money from the sales in total, and he still made a huge profit. Do you know how hard it is for the farmer brothers? They get up early and work hard at night, squatting or kneeling on the ground, working hard for several hours to pick a basket of wild vegetables, and you just eat it in one meal. You can create light, but you have forgotten your roots. You have all forgotten your roots. In order to achieve your own ulterior purposes, you openly framed and slandered our farmer brothers, blatantly trampled on the fruits of their labor, and ignored their hard work. "

He pointed at Du Zhenhai, whose expression changed greatly: "You are a typical person who picks up his rice bowl to eat and then puts down his chopsticks to curse!"

Du Zhenhai was anxious to distinguish: "I'm not, I didn't, I..."

Unexpectedly, Ji Lao looked at him, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly walked in front of him, staring into his eyes.

Seeing Du Zhenhai made his heart beat loudly.

You know, Mr. Ji is a miracle doctor.

Then I heard Mr. Ji's cold voice: "Open your mouth."

Du Zhenhai opened his mouth involuntarily.

Ji Lao added: "Stick out your tongue."

He stuck out his tongue honestly.

Ji Lao took a step back, with a sneer on his lips, straightened his clothes, ignored everyone's gaze, and said slowly: "I have medical ethics, and I will keep your secrets, but you still have to pay attention, that medicine is not If you use it indiscriminately, it will hurt your body. At your age, you will not be able to recover, and if you continue, your life span will be shortened or your life will be lost. Let me just say this, so you can take care of yourself!"

After saying these words, Mr. Ji nodded to the people in the conference room, raised his legs and left.

Du Zhenhai was left alone, confused and uneasy in the wind.

I wiped my bald forehead and my heart skipped a beat.

He was about to chase Ji Lao out, but was stopped by Xiao Dizi, who shouted loudly: "Is there really something wrong with this man? He seems to be trying to escape?"

As a result, Du Zhenhai was held down by Lao He.

Director Niu prepared a lot of confrontation speeches that were basically useless.

The precious ingredients were accounted for, and Lao Niu's account was clean and clear. The shepherd's purse was certified as fresh by the canteen administrator, the master chef, and some employees, and it was the first order.

It is the best quality, cleanest and cheapest.

Purely false accusation.

So, Deputy Director He personally took Du Zhenhai away.

The meeting here had just ended. Xia Sanwa, who was in a mess, with a messy head, a limp, and legs like lead, finally arrived at the small guest house.

He had issued a certificate and a letter of introduction in advance.

He is from a certain unit in Beidu.

The front desk immediately checked him in. But I also gave him a strange look. Why did I feel like this man didn't just get off the train, but seemed to have traveled a long distance.

Xia Sanwa gritted her teeth in her heart.

It had been many years since he had walked such a long distance. That damn coachman dared to lie to him. He must go to work to expose him.

But facing the beautiful waiter, he smiled widely.

The waiter frowned when he saw his greasy look.

Give him the registration card and key and let him go upstairs by himself.

Then Xia Sanwa asked the waitress, where is their general manager Du Zhenhai now?

Of course the waitress knew.

But it is currently confidential.

The waitress shook her head: "I'm sorry, Comrade Xia, I don't know."

Xia Sanwa took the key upstairs bitterly.

Have a good rest today and go find Zhu Feng tomorrow morning.

He really didn't want to stay in such a poor, backward and shabby place for one more day.

He had long forgotten that he was born in a small mountain village.

At the same time, in the rehearsal hall of the county art troupe, Liu Yuan was talking to Captain Gu with the script and materials.

Song Ting over there was given three days off.

She was indeed accepted as a disciple by Master Zhu Man.

Logically speaking, she should pack her things and leave with Teacher Zhu Man.

From now on, she will be a member of the Beidu Song and Dance Troupe.

But Song Ting knew that her foundation was too shallow.

Besides, she was scared and confused about Beidu and the future.

Even though she rarely saw Xiao Nuan in Nanshan County, she felt confident because she knew Xiao Nuan was not far from her.

But going to Beidu means there are fewer opportunities to meet.

So she told Teacher Zhu Man that she would be given one year to study and exercise more at the grassroots level.

Zhuman agreed.

I appreciate Song Ting even more.

I think this is a good young man who is calm and neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Only such people can go further and further on the road of art.

It's easy to get lost in a bustling city, especially in her profession.

Teacher Zhu Man will leave Nanshan County tomorrow.

Captain Gu specially gave her leave and asked her to see Zhu Man off.

Zhu Man has always kept a low profile and few people know about him.

Director Niu and Captain Gu currently know.

But Liu Yuan happened to know it too.

He told Captain Gu, "I'll have a few words with Song Ting."

Captain Gu glanced at him and sighed inwardly.

Everyone knows what this kid is thinking.

But it was obvious that Song Ting had no intention.

He specifically asked: "Pay attention to propriety."

Liu Yuan smiled: "Captain Gu, please don't underestimate me."

In the rehearsal hall outside, there were people in twos and threes. Liu Yuan calmly stopped Song Ting.

Song Ting's heart skipped a beat when she saw it was Liu Yuan.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she instinctively looked around to see if Lin Xuezhu was around...

Some are from a certain degree, have a nice weekend, see you tomorrow~